User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-3135907-20130328193022/@comment-25220117-20130628194441

''The fox stands with a dignified air on the cold ground even as a sudden wave of tiredness washes over him, his body finally registering the time of night. He shrugs, answering a question without using his silver tongue for once. The mountain scared even him, looming above the horde like an ancient giant that could crush anything foolish enough to attack it with a glance. But for some reason, it hadn't... He didn't like that notion at all. It unnerved him, it unnerved every thread of his being.'' "Truthfully, Captain, I have no idea how long it'll take, or even if we'll ever conquer it..." He sighs wearily, breathing in the salty air from the sea. "But I do know that we'll be required to."